Sunday, July 26, 2009

R.G.'s Complaint

So, the other day R.G. was looking at one of the adorable posts on the blog and we had the following conversation:

R.G. - "Why do you always have to do 'cute' posts about little kids going on adventures or fuzzy baby chicks?"



Me - "Because I happen to like cute posts featuring cute little kids and fuzzy animals, and so do most of our readers, considering most of our readers are related to them."

The cute little kids, that is. No evolutionists on THIS blog!


R.G. - "Why can't you post nitty-gritty pictures of us loading up logs to take to the lumber mill, you know, when one of the logs almost broke Michael Doolin's leg?"

R.G. must live his life through the lens of a 1930's film reel.


Me - "I think that whole broken leg comment answers that question."



So, I have been poring through our pictures, looking for wild-west, homesteading, depression-era looking pictures, just to make my dear eldest son happy.


Here are the results:



Burning Bush...I mean brush

More brush burning




R.G. looking sufficiently cowboy-ish, I hope.

GRANDMOTHER DISCLAIMER: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE GOING TO GET OVERLY WORRIED

After hearing the descriptions of R.G.'s and Matthew's experiences burning brush on the ranch where they work, I think they are the ones who need to be taking the pictures. I guess it's the norm to drive a backhoe into a giant, flaming pile of brush and hope and pray that the backhoe keeps working long enough for you to drive it out of the giant, flaming pile of brush.


Anyway, enough of that. Here are some more not-cute-at-all pictures.






A big buck that came to our deer feeder.

R.G. looking like Alvin York, except I'm not sure Alvin York actually ever ate a piece of meat that big.


Standing precariously close to the edge of a 150 ft. drop off at Hawksbill Crag overlooking the Buffalo River.



Matthew's antlers off one of the deer he killed this past winter.



R.G. asked me to add this picture, to make sure everyone knew that this was no bonfire...it was an all-out-raging-20-ft-high brush burn.


Well, I hope these pictures were sufficiently, um. Arkansaw. I guess I could have posted them all in sepia tones, that would have probably made Mr. No Electricity happier. Nevertheless, I shall attempt to post a few more grimy, sweaty photos in the future.

posted by Mama

5 comments:

Bonnie said...

Oh, my starzzz!! "GRANDMOTHER DISCLAIMER" did not work! You think you can tell a grandmother not to read about her grandchildren?? I think the vision of Heart Attack Crag was about as terror-inducing as the thought of back-hoes suddenly losing power in an inferno!!

You're right about that piece of meat! No one (else) has ever eaten one that big!! And sorry RG, but you're cute, cute, cute!!

Oh, meant to say, in re: the previous post: That picture of Matthew was adorable! I am going to copy it and keep it in my purse to show other grandmothers with sweet granddaughters about 15 - 16 years old.

So, you get the spelling of "poring" right (thank you, BTW -- a pet peeve of mine) and then ArkansaW gets by?? Oh, I just got it!! apropos to the pictures!!

Love, Mother
who is waiting anxiously
for more nitty-gritty pictures
through the lens of a
1930's film reel

The Warrior said...

I like. :-D

Kitty said...

Ooooh my word!!!! :) Aunt Katie - you are tooo funny!! :)

Grace and I were at Gmama's when we saw it. We could all here RG as he complained! (Scenes of Monday School drifting through our brains...) :-P

Yes, we recognized the picture of the Deer. THat was the picture that inspired Matthew's mad dash into the Kitchen, giving me an absolute heart-attack, since he was literally running around in circles, shaking, and trying to find his hunting gear. I truly thought he was having some sort of attack until He suddenly hollered that I was in his way and he HAD to GET THAT DEER!!!!!!!!!! (I've NEVER seen him so excited. I was truly concerned for him for about 30 seconds!)

I love the Alvin York picture! :-D That was so funny!!!! :-D

Please tell RG that I understand that that was a brush burn. No bonfire. Got it.

Hopefully see yall (someday........) soon. :)

Love,
~Kitty~

The Stricklen Family said...

Well, that was a MANLY post if I ever saw one! But I still like the ones when they "go on an adventure" or when it has fuzzy chicks and all those cute close ups with the fuzzy chicks.
What RG doesn't realize is that HE IS STILL ADORABLE to his Aunts and Grandmother!
We were quite impressed with the brush fire that was being so handily maneuvered by some capable young men!

That was some piece of MEAT!

You'll have to take us to that cliff overlooking the Buffalo River (if we ever get up NORTH any time soon! Hee, Hee! I love it)

Enjoyed all the pictures!

Love,
Molly

The Dischers said...

Funny funny, Katie. "Depression Era" I love it! The music "matches" the pictures for sure.

"Thems some right good lookin' antlers, Matthew! YEE HAW"

"That bonfar's purty dang hot I'd say...whadya use for starter?"

Hey - take us too take us too! To the neato torpedo cliff that is.

Love,
Beth